Male God, a Little Su

Late at night.

The door was pushed open from the outside with a 'creak' sound.

A red figure walked in.

The blowing wind blew the candle light a few times, Lan Huaixu raised his eyes and suddenly became nervous.

After all, it was their wedding night.

Last time, he didn't even see her face.

"But how long have you been waiting?"

"No, it's okay."

He licked his dry lips and poured the wine uncomfortably.

At this time, the servants in the room had long been shunned by Su Yan. She walked forward, and the candlelight was reflected in her charming peach eyes, filled with a smile.

"So anxious to have a drink with me?"

"No—no!"

Lan Huaixu paused, holding the wine glass whether he put it down or picked it up.

Just froze there, a little embarrassed.

"cough……"

Su Yan laughed loudly, strode over to hold his hand, and filled the wine glass in this posture.

Today is her wedding night, if Lan Huaixu is irritated, how will she play after that?

"How did you drink the wine?"

She raised her eyebrows and squinted at Lan Huaixu, with a wicked smile on her face.

Lan Huaixu gave her a reproachful glance, pursed his lips and held her arm, "Stop pretending!"

But she still followed Su Yan, even though her cheeks were flushed, she did not back down.

Su Yan just likes to see his serious face but blushing blood dripping.

The two looked at each other with a smile, raised their heads and drank the wine in the cup.

This wine not only did not quench Lan Huaixu's hunger and thirst, but actually made his heart burn even worse.

His face was scorchingly hot, he opened his mouth, and his voice no longer sounded like his own.

"Then, let's go rest—"

"Well, good."

Su Yan nodded obediently, but in the next second, she suddenly pushed him into the wedding bed.

"However, before we rest, shall we do something?"

"Uh, what—"

"you guess?"

The tent made of cloud silk is exactly as Su Yan said at the beginning.

The room is full of red, and the curtains are crimson, with large peony flowers embroidered with flimsy silk threads.

Although tacky, it expresses Su Yan's desired effect just right.

The candlelight flickered, shadowy and indistinct.

At the same time, Wang Su, who was blushing, drank a cup of tea with satisfaction in his eyes.

Tsk tut in amazement, "Ah Yan knows how to play!"

Following Su Yan's example, she also recklessly made gauze curtains out of the best material.

It was really wonderful.

Well, for the rest, I made clothes for Ah Lian.

I don't know what the clothes that Ah Yan personally designed for the young master looked like.

But that's not important.

The important thing is that his Ah Lian is the best-looking in the world.

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After one night, Su Yan and Lan Huaixu became an official husband and wife.

Opening his eyes, looking at the strange bed curtain, Lan Huaixu almost couldn't react.

"Are you awake? Why are you so dumb?"

With a low voice, the woman leaned over and kissed his forehead.

Lan Huaixu shook his head, propped his forehead with one hand and leaned sideways, "No, I just woke up, and I'm not used to seeing all this."

"Oh?" Su Yan laughed hoarsely, licking her lips, "Then why don't we get to know each other again?"

"Hello--"

Lan Huaixu stared, why is this person like this.

I knew she was not serious before, who knew she could be so serious?

"It's dawn, it's time to get up!"

He pushed Su Yan, but instead of pushing, Su Yan grabbed his wrist, and his hands were raised above his head and trapped under him.

Looking at each other, Lan Huaixu felt that he probably understood the emotion in Su Yan's eyes.